Gratitude & Awe

Brave comes in all shapes. Sizes. Colors. Ages. Circumstances. Brave does not have to be pretty. Or stick to a plan. Brave is often gorgeous. Starts right on time. Brave has no rules. No guidelines. No roadmap. Brave is willing…

A year ago last December, on the other side of the world, I stepped off the Adam’s Peak pilgrimage path and into the back of a van, collapsing from exhaustion. The little monk who climbed with us looked over at…

I’ve been traveling and exploring, writing a piece I’ve titled “The History of Yesterday” which is, exactly what it sounds like. I’ll share it someday maybe, but not today. I wrote it by hand, I never do that, but something…

My grandmother’s grandparents ( or something like that ) come from a farm at the edge of nowhere. I went to visit once, six hours north of Chicago. Standing out front, an expanse of open nothingness as far as I…

When you were born you joined a wagon train. The train has been traveling for a long time and after you die it will continue moving. At night when you sleep, or during the day at moments of stillness, you…

Hate is knocking on our doorsteps. It’s begging to be let in. Even when you turn it away, hate finds ways to seep into our homes, our clothes, our bodies, our very bones. Hate for the choices of others. Hate…

I talk to people everyday who don’t look the part, don’t play the part. They don’t love whom society says they should. They don’t talk the mainstream talk. They don’t see the world as black and white. I listen…